I frequently see death pass in front of my eyes. It is a common thing in my profession.
I could say that death for me as a professional represents failure, because it means the strategies I took to try to eradicate the disease and cure that person were not effective.
In spite of we are taught from a very young age that we were all born to die later, death is not a well accepted period for most people and the mere fact of even thinking about that "unfortunate event" generates anxiety, depression and denial . In that interval between birth and death we experience and live so many good moments that we generate a deep love and desire to continue living.
This lady dressed in a long black suit and with her sickle is responsible for plucking and taking the souls of individuals (according to certain cultures); she confronts the doctors daily and we are not always victorious againts her.
But, How does the doctor see death?
As I said at the beginning of this publication, death can be a failure, especially in those cases in which it was not expected and there was a good response to treatment, and it is so unexpected that it is frustrating; as well as a relief in those who present with serious illnesses, of poor prognosis and in which living alone means prolonging suffering.
It is an unparalleled and shocking experience to see how the light extinguished from the eyes of the deceased, to observe as exhales for the last time his last breath, to hear how that heart that previously beat at 100 per minute is extinguished, see how pales the skin in a progressive way and how the muscle tone slowly is losted, until only an inert body remains on a stretcher.
In my case, due to the extremely precarious and poor conditions of our health system, death has become so routine and repetitive that in a general way I could say that not only I but many colleagues have developed a certain degree of indifference to it. . It is only another death, but that has helped us to forge the necessary character to face it when is necessary; and despite having some indolence we have never ceased to be empathic and understanding with the others to whom the death of the individual marks forever.
But I must accept that it has become monotonous, indifferent, banal; I could said that we even acquired a certain capacity to determine who in the area are close to death, and sometimes a little heavy comments may arise such as "this is requested" or "is on the list" or "it does not pass today in the night"; and in case of surviving "they crossed it out of the list with liquidpaper".
However, we will always be faithful to our principles, especially to beneficence and no maleficence, and we will never stop giving war to this lady, even if we know that we are leading the losing battle.
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